his watch. It was getting on toward time. He left the door unlocked, for the girl should be coming in almost any time now, and went down the back stairs to the alley. He saw no one in the alley. He went into the stable to look at his mare. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that he had a few minutes to wait. He did not want to see Professor Ball and the others until it was time to go. It wasn't that they would ask him questions; it wasn't that, but he would discover their eyes fixed upon him. He unfolded the paper, and leaning against the stall door, began to read the account of the proceedings of the previous afternoon. He read on, but realized that the words were meaning nothing to him. He stuffed the paper into his pocket, and stood there. He entered the hotel by the back way and climbed the narrow back stairs. On the second floor, at the head of the stairs, he saw Isabella, waiting. "Hurry!" she said to him, whispering breathlessly, "go away. Soldiers, and some other men, they came for you, they're hunting you. Hurry-----" The whiteness of her face was there before him in the dim hall.